A Day of Discovery
Oh My Gosh – the sun was out and it felt like what the first day of Spring should have felt like. Though I have my left arm in a sling, I have a great garden tool to whack and stack weeds. It is an elongated triangle one at the end of a very long handle. With just a push of my right arm the triangle slides under the dirt to take out hundreds of little weeds that would like nothing better than to be left to their own and become huge weeds. I think a hoe like this may be what sugar beet farmers use when their workers walk the crops. Holding the long handle waist high and the very top of the soil is skimmed. The higher the handle is held the deeper it digs into the dirt. This is not a job for the faint of heart as many perennials do self seed and the newbee gardener may very well take them out with one swoop. I am starting at the flower bed the farthest from the house and working my way homeward. As each bed is cleaned a very nice substantial layer of Preen is also being applied to keep new weeds at bay.
Some of the self seeders paired with a Hosta
When I knew I would be recovering from surgery I did promise Dennis I would not do anything more than garden with whatever happened to make it through the winter. Hello! Who knew that when the gardens were under water in the late winter and early spring and then covered with ice that many of my favorite plants would not survive, but many new weed seeds were washed in. Slowly but surly the beds will be cleaned and be a fine canvas for that which did make it. Exercise is great and it gives me plenty of time for quiet meditation as Dennis is not a gardener but he keeps the coffee cups filled.
It’s a good thing.